[ Cas backs up, teasing Dean, and Dean easily, eagerly gives chase. He reaches for Cas, fingers light on his hips as he goes after him, seeking kisses only to be denied. The angel keeps just out of reach; Dean moves to close in and Cas slips away, until he managed to pin him up against the car, hips pressed flush, noses brushing. He doesn't kiss him again, though - not yet.
Instead, he reaches around, fumbles with the door handle to open it, pulling Cas with him as it swings outward. The backseat of the Impala is startlingly roomy, and the leather has been lovingly, carefully restored, parts salvaged from a strikingly similar Impala he'd found in the scrapyard.
A remnant from a previous stay, maybe. There's certainly been a revolving door of Winchesters in Deerington. He won't complain though, because the parts were needed and the leather was still intact. It'll hold up to the weight of two men, because Dean is easing Cas into the vehicle, pinning him down, and closing the door behind them.
Now he will kiss Cas again, teases at that pretty mouth, tongue tracing over lips. Dean is a selfish, greedy thing, and now that they've started whatever this is, he doesn't want to stop. ]
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Instead, he reaches around, fumbles with the door handle to open it, pulling Cas with him as it swings outward. The backseat of the Impala is startlingly roomy, and the leather has been lovingly, carefully restored, parts salvaged from a strikingly similar Impala he'd found in the scrapyard.
A remnant from a previous stay, maybe. There's certainly been a revolving door of Winchesters in Deerington. He won't complain though, because the parts were needed and the leather was still intact. It'll hold up to the weight of two men, because Dean is easing Cas into the vehicle, pinning him down, and closing the door behind them.
Now he will kiss Cas again, teases at that pretty mouth, tongue tracing over lips. Dean is a selfish, greedy thing, and now that they've started whatever this is, he doesn't want to stop. ]